From the eyes the sweet turn
And the look in which I burn, in which I sigh if I look at
And if I don't look shall I leave or escape,
Shall I leave or escape, leave or escape
I don't know, I want to die, want to die.

Who deprives me from joy now
Now that I die, I adore, I love a retiring goddess.
Have pity, or burning and pining away,
burning an pining away, burning and pining away
I will always live crying, always crying.